Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Trinidad & Tobago and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Brass Construction,
Wire,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Axelrod,
The Durutti Column,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker,
Susan Cadogan,
Hardrive,
Cymande,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
CMW,
EPMD,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pagans,
The Gladiators,
Lyres,
Dawn Penn,
The Birthday Party,
Das Ding,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Howard Jones,
June of 44,
Flash Fearless,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nils Olav,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantytec,
Juan Atkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harry Pussy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Leonard Cohen,
Cheater Slicks,
L. Decosne,
The Modern Lovers,
Erasure,
Franke,
Letta Mbulu,
In Retrospect,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
John Foxx,
Buzzcocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thompson Twins,
Can,
Parry Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
AZ,
Sun Ra,
Vainqueur,
Toni Rubio,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.